Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

"You don't really you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted yet."
"But they're somewhere in the vicinity."

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's in.
Since I'm stereotyped to and destruct,
Is one of the reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not
'Cause I with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' by the you-know-who.
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we in the past.
blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter I said "Fuck The Police".
it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers mix so
Now I'm creepin' the fall.
Runnin' a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now the gun and
it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of

"Into this news. Four are on the run."
"FBI tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to homebase, Compton."

me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can you why

with my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the that just we raced.
The ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but runnin' out.
wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's it gotta do.
But nobody's up a Nigga Witta Attitude.

Yo, but a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few been accused and abused
Of the of poisonin' young minds.
But you know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is from the see-P-T.
Droppin' some shit D-O-P-E.
So the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, ass.
I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all my dick.

Got us tick and just to find the gun that started the clock.
when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, to Compton again.
Yo, it's that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you on my motherfuckin' mind.
like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, get there.
Archin' my back and on a rough.
Just like Carl I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can I'm
A straight up that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and

This one out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for
"Nowhere to run to, baby. to hide."
luck brothers.

Runnin' a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the but I hate to be abused.
I it was a set-up.
So now I'm get up.
Even if the FBI me to shut up.
But got 10 000 niggas strong.
got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is our T-shirts.
So run til I can't run no more.
'Cause time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick doors.
At my grave a slave even if the Ren calls.

Clouds are and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny are ridin'.
Started five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never me.

One mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy motherfucker the searchlight.
Now all that chasing is done and
Four goin' crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!